The joy of a new found love

The feeling of loss and despair
seem not to have ever been there

the feeling of all loss and hope
seem to be hanging from the rope

i no longer put on my old fake face
i no longer hold the pain by the base

he no longer guides me with broken sorrow
but I'll still guide him till tomorrow

there never was a love that we shared
but a hope that i did bared

he says well still be friends till the end
ill hold on to life till that begins

my friends no longer hide their faces
but were woven to together through the laces

i no longer seem to find the need to bleed
but the love of a lover is still in need

i know my friends will still be there till the end
through every crazy curvy bend

i hold on to my life in shear painful vain
although the people tell me i am crazy and insane

ill Cork the bottle of silent tears
slamming down every one of my greatest fears

this is one of the happist poems i have ever written please rate and comment